text_original: rs."_ _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow._ HIAWATHA'S BROTHERS _My Pony_ My pony toss'd his sprightly head, And would have smiled, if smile he could, To thank me for the slice of bread He thinks so delicate and good; His eye is very bright and wild, He looks as if he loved me so, Although I only am a child And he's a real horse, you know.
text_transcription: MY PONY BY ANONYMOUS RED FOR LIVERSSTOD ORK BY SONYA MY PONY MY PONY TOSSED HIS SPRIGHTLY HEAD AND WOULD HAVE SMILED IF SMILED HE COULD TO THANK ME FOR THE SLICE OF BREAD HE THINKS SO DELICATE AND GOOD HIS EYE IS VERY BRIGHT AND WILD HE LOOKS AS IF HE LOVED ME SO ALTHOUGH I ONLY AM A CHILD AND HE IS A REAL HORSE YOU KNOW
phonemes: ˌɑːɹɹˈɛs."hˈɛnɹi wˈɑːdswɜːθ lˈɔŋfɪlˌoʊ.hˈaɪəwˌɑːthəz bɹˈʌðɚz maɪ pˈoʊni maɪ pˈoʊni tˈɔsd hɪz spɹˈaɪtli hˈɛd, ænd wʊdhɐv smˈaɪld, ɪf smˈaɪl hiː kˈʊd, tə θˈæŋk mˌiː fɚðə slˈaɪs ʌv bɹˈɛd hiː θˈɪŋks sˌoʊ dˈɛlᵻkət ænd ɡˈʊd; hɪz ˈaɪ ɪz vˈɛɹi bɹˈaɪt ænd wˈaɪld, hiː lˈʊks æz ɪf hiː lˈʌvd mˌiː sˈoʊ, ɔːlðˈoʊ aɪ ˈoʊnli ɐm ɐ tʃˈaɪld ænd hiːz ɐ ɹˈiːəl hˈɔːɹs, juː nˈoʊ.